Show Me How To Lie::Rhys

[isabella]

Out of everywhere in the castle, the common room was supposed to be a place of sanctuary for students. Unfortunately, Isabella Marie Swan, did not find peace in the room. So she tended to avoid going there at all costs. Tonight, was one of those nights. For the last several hours, the seventh year Slytherin student had been sitting on the moving staircases, loving the feeling of them moving beneath her. It helped her think, and that was something Bella seemed to do a lot lately. With everything that was going on in her life, she wasn't quite sure how she focused on school work. Almost all of her time was spent alone, trying to make sense of her life that she was slowly remembering. Some of the new memories though, contradicted what she grew up to know, and that just made things all the more interesting.

Now, she listened as the clock struck, singling another hour had passed. Bella wasn't sure exactly what time it was, but she knew it was long after curfew, seeing as there wasn't a sound in the corridors. Looking at the walls, she realized that even the paintings were asleep, and they stayed asleep despite the light emerging from the tip of her wand. Her legs were cold through her pajama shorts, and her bright blue tank top, that wasn't even able to cover her belly button, was doing little against the crisp night air that whistled through Hogwarts, and her belly ring was freezing against her bare skin. Her long blue socks didn't do much of anything against the cold, all it did for her was make her footsteps silent, which proved to be very useful while escaping the rounds of the prefects.

Sighing, she decided it was time for her to go back to the common room, and seeing as it was late and nobody would be up, she'd have the same peace of mind there as she did on the steps. Getting up, she muttered "Nox." and watched as her light on her wand went out. Then, she made her way in the darkness to the Slytherin Common Room, whispered the password, and stepped through the portrait hole. With a smile, Isabella made her way inside the room and plopped down on the black leather couch, looking at the fire that never seemed to burn out. At a new sound, Bella gripped her wand and let her eyes scan the room.

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[yumi8]

Blonde hair, eletric blue eyes. Angular face, nice body. Words just a few to describe the way Rhys Cain Zayden looked. If Rhys's personality fitted the way his face looked, and the way he smiled when he was happy, he would've been a nice boy, in Hufflepuff, prehaps, and rather shy. If he'd had a girlfriend or a light relationship, he'd have treated her right, and loved her. Unfortunately, Rhys was another one in a long line of the world's jackasses. He had been correctly placed in Slytherin for being vain, pompous, arrogant, a bit of a hypocrite ... It never ceased to amaze people. Here was a boy who you definately shouldn't judge by his cover; a lot of girls from varied houses could tell you that. He was a player; he hurt girls feelings and didn't care of the outcome. Somewhat of a true Slytherin.
“How can this happen?” People used and still do muse to themselves. “How could a boy that started life off as a calm, independant, reliable person turn into such an arrogant bastard?” Here is the reality. When Rhys was 6 his father left him and his mother for some hussy. It turned out he'd been scoring with other girls left right and centre while his mother slaved at home, looking after the 6 year old child of his and her. Rhys rebelled, anger pouring out of him and a deep hatred for his father deepening in his soul. His mother calmed him down, explained why he couldn't go angry. He was all she had now, and if he turned into her father, it would be like hell. Rhys calmed down, but an anger fuelled by hatred of the man who'd left him still remained, deep down, in the pit of his stomach. When he was 9, three years later, his mother died by ‘natural causes’, the doctors had said. Rhys suspected otherwise, and vanished with his uncle and aunt in Mexico (the aunt and uncle of his father, nothing like him, but of which his mother despised). At eleven, he came to Hogwarts, an anger long since faded but still there. He got correctly sorted into Slytherin, as said.
Being a player had it's advantages. Being Rhys had it's advantages. It seemed he always had a girl to take out, because he was charming and had a way with words. He'd gone out with and dumped a lot of girls in his time, and some still wanted him back. It was pleasing to him, but he knew somewhere along the line he'd find a girl he really liked. Where would he be then? What if she didn't want him? He couldn't blame her, could he? He wasn't, to the untrained eye, a reliable person. To the rare people he confided in, he was the same boy he was when younger.
Bella Swan was one of those people. Special in his eyes, someone worth protecting. After she'd lost her memory, Rhys had taken extra care and tried to help her gain recontrol of her memory. Nothing seemed to work anymore. Everything he'd been taught was no use. She'd well and truly lost it, for now. It saddened Rhys to think Bella wasn't going to remember anything, and for one, have to rebuild his friendship with her, all over again. But this wasn't about him, it was about her.
That night, in the Common room, Rhys wasn't with her. He hadn't meant to stay up so late, in an hour where even the paintings and the excited first years were asleep. But he'd put off studying for a while now, and something Gemma Ackerly had said made him have motevation for studying now.
‘The sooner you study, the less time you have here, the quicker getting out of this hell hole comes.’ Plus, he was sick of the constant detentions he was getting for not knowing something. He was a bright boy who never bothered to find the right answer. it was about time he did.
He was halfway through a history of magic, when he heard the soft phut of a painting being closed. Wierd. He thought everyone was asleep, aside from him. Light shone, beamed directly onto her face. Bella's face. He held his hands up in mock surrender, abandoning his books, and standing in front of her outpointed wand.
“Calm down, Bella. Just because I'm up late, woman, you don't have to kill me!” His voice was trembling with faux fear. He chuckled and lowered his hands. “What's up, sweets?”

[isabella]

At the sight of one of her best friends, Bella couldn't help but to smile. The noise she had heard was only the infamous Rhys. Rhys who had been with just about every girl, and goes through them like the Sunday paper, and who has been there for her since year one. Ever since they met, it was always safe around Rhys. He seemed to be the main reason why she was protected at Hogwarts all her life, he was always there for her, no matter what. She smiled at she saw him raise his hands in surrender, one of which she knew that he knew he didn't need. Lowering her wand she moved to make room on the sofa for him, which wasn't very hard considering her small frame.

At his words, Bella couldn't help but to laugh. He was one of the only people who could bring her out of her horrible moods. She loved that most about him, another thing she loved was that she met him in her first year. Most people wouldn't care when they met a good friend, because they remained in their life forever. But that wasn't the case with her. Due to an incident with a group of Death Eaters, and a serious head injury, Bella had lost all the memories from the summer before her fifth year. Now, she was just trying to get her memories back. One of the worst feelings to Bella was not knowing who she was. And she didn't. Apparently, within the matter of one year, she went from being an only child to having a twin sibling.

She smiled as she realized he had asked her a question after exclaiming that he didn't have to die because he was up late. With a smile, her eyes wandered around where he was sitting before. Were those books she saw sprawled out across the table? Was the great, all knowing Rhys studying? Smiling, she looked at him and replied, "Just doing some thinking...." her smile fading slightly, before meeting his eyes with hers. Rhys knew about her memory loss, and he was there for her, going places with her that were familiar to her to attempt to kick start her memory. sadly, none of them worked. But, Rhys never got mad, or frustrated, no. In fact, he stuck by her through every disappointment.

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